In the area of the wreckage of the World Tree, which is covered in ash and black slag, Maurice, Nina, and Taran El have managed to locate several knowledge guards who have awakened from the apparitions.

As Morris had judged, the knowledge guards were scattered to random locations in the Shirantis wreckage area, but luckily, most of them weren't scattered too far, and Nina's fireball was so striking that the scattered knowledge guards came to check on the situation, which brought them all together quickly.

Except for the last one.

"There is still no trace of Lord Ted Lille," said a knowledge guard dressed in a short robe and holding a scroll and a revolver, returning to his makeshift location, to the others of Taran El and Morris who were waiting there, "and there was no sign of the agreement, and there was no response to the call of psionic energy." ”

"Haven't you woken up yet?" Taran El subconsciously frowned, "It shouldn't be...... The amount of medicine given to him is quite large, even if it is the constitution of the Truth Keeper, it is enough to take effect smoothly......"

Nina looked at the slightly uneasy knowledge guard opposite, and then at Taran El who was frowning and thinking, and hesitated for a moment but couldn't help but speak: "Could it be that the amount of medicine is too large......"

Taran Ayrton was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he waved his hand again and again: "Impossible, impossible, I am a rigorous scholar, how could I make such a mistake in dosage, and His Excellency Ted Lille is proficient in pharmacy, and he is also sure about the intake of potions......"

The more he spoke, the quieter his voice became, and finally hesitantly added, "...... Probably. ”

Nina Morris: "......? ”

"How much Blood Raven Mixture did you have for Ted Lear?" Morris couldn't help but ask.

Taran El thought for a moment and raised his hand to gesticulate, "It's about this a bottle......"

Morris was dumbfounded: "...... You let him dry a bottle of mixture with a beer bottle?! This thing is something that ordinary people use a dropper! ”

"Please, that's the Truth Keeper," Taran El stretched out his hands, "It's too difficult to make him have a 'fake death' at the level of mental dissociation, for ordinary people, the dose that is enough for sudden death ten times is put on him, the biggest effect is to quench his thirst, what can I do?" Lord Ted Lille even made a special purification of the potion, otherwise he would not have been able to drink so much......"

Morris listened in a daze, and after a long time he muttered with a strange face: "I remember when I was in school, this truth keeper was not so exaggerated......

"With the graduating class," Taran Al waved his hand, "at first he used alcohol to kill his sorrows, then he used neurotoxins to kill his worries, and now I can't even think of what he put in the cup of water he drank after class...... Anyway, it's definitely not the 'dose' of the Blood Raven Mixture that's in question. ”

"Lord Ted Lille may be trapped in the depths of this dream, a place that can't even be reached by the call of psionic energy," a knowledge guard next to him saw that the topic was getting more and more crooked, and quickly found an opportunity to speak, "This place feels very weird, just now we searched the ruins in groups and found that as long as we walked more than a certain distance, we would have a trance, a blank mind and even a temporary amnesia, and the psionic sensing between each other became intermittent and ......."

"That's true," the other Knowledge Guard nodded immediately, "Serrane even said that for a few seconds she completely forgot who she was, forgot about the real world, and felt like she was born here, and wanted to stay here forever......"

Nina looked at the two knowledge guards who spoke, thought for a moment, and said, "Is it really because the amount of medicine is too large?" ”

"The dosage I gave was absolutely fine!" Before the two guards could speak, Taran El was the first to hold back, "Miss, please believe in the gold content of a first-class pharmacist's license - not to mention that I am also the inventor of the 'sudden death method', and no one knows ...... better than me."

"Just because you invented such a 'sudden death method', the Truth Academy should have withdrawn your pharmacist license," Morris couldn't help but mutter, but shook his head after serious thought, "It shouldn't have anything to do with the side effects of the potion, the situation mentioned by the two knowledge guards is more like the 'Dream of the Nameless' itself is affecting them." ”

Nina blinked as she listened, "But the two of us have been operating here for so long, and we don't feel this way......"

Maurice thought for a moment, and raised his head to look at the magnificent canopy wreckage in the distance, and the phantoms that wandered between the wreckage: "Perhaps...... Because we're not elves after all. ”

Nina instantly understood what the teacher meant, and Taran El and the surrounding elven guardians also looked thoughtful.

After a brief silence, Taran El slowly rose to his feet and made his way to a nearby boulder, looking into the distance with a complicated expression.

Stretches of charred wreckage stretched out in his vision, the majestic canopy crumbling and crumbling, turning into mountains and craters on the earth, ash covering the earth and dead branches crisscrossing in the ashes.

Like a giant city falling from the sky to the earth, the ruins and broken walls fall apart, and the bleak memories still linger in this destroyed land, melting in the wind and sand.

Taran El tried his best to imagine what this place once looked like.

There was a forest, a lush forest under the shade of the World Tree, and the valleys and hills were teeming with life, where the roots of the great trees rose and fell on the earth, and where clear streams flowed, and where many creatures lived—birds, beasts, and elves.

It was the "ancestors" he had never seen before, living in another era.

The prosperity and vitality of that era are far beyond the imagination of the world today, but perhaps more unimaginable than that vitality is order and tranquility.

It is said that distant Perand Frost have ushered in this tranquility - but the "Captain Duncan" also said that even the "tranquility" of Perland and Frost today is not as good as the world before the Great Annihilation.

Taran El found himself hitting a bottleneck in his imagination.

He found that no matter how much he imagined, what appeared in his mind was not a vivid picture - cold words from the books he had read into his memory, but the sketch in his mind could only be a superficial and general impression, he finally knew what the "forest" looked like from the dream, but he couldn't imagine how the birds and beasts could live in this boundless green ocean, and how the elves could coexist with such a "forest......

It is said that the elves' ancient books and oral stories have left the most complete heritage, and if one day, archaeologists can really restore the world before the Great Annihilation, it must be sleeping in the libraries of Breezehaven and Moko.

But now Taran El realizes that it's gone.

One day, a long, long time ago, when the sea swallowed the world, it was gone with the withering of Sirantis.

But...... What exactly destroyed Sirantis? What caused the Great Annihilation to happen?

A scorching wind suddenly blew from nowhere, with an unsettling screeching noise—not the intermittent and disorderly breeze of the ruins, but a much more intense howl that seemed to be filled with panic and disillusionment and could sweep the mind directly.

Taran El awoke abruptly from his contemplation.

The fierce howling wind almost swept him away from the earth, and he struggled to gain a foothold in the wind, but found that the surroundings had fallen into a dark chaos at some point, as if the light of the entire world had converged in an instant, and the ruins of the giant trees in the eye had all turned into high and low distorted shadows, and huge smoke rose from those shadows, as if the World Tree had begun to burn again, and the other knowledge guards who had gathered at this location, as well as Maurice and Nina, All had disappeared from his sight.

The wind began to howl, and the dark dust swept through the burning World Tree, and Taran El fell from the boulder in disarray, rolling several times before coming to a halt when he hit a huge "branch" - a huge branch that curved slightly like a vertebrae, and he crashed into its root, then subconsciously looked up at the sky.

The sky is "sinking".

In the midst of the chaos, Taran El saw the unimaginable.

The hazy red light penetrated the clouds, and the dim sky collapsed downward as if it was being squeezed by something, the clouds were distorting, and the light in the clouds was even bending, as if something huge and terrifying was gradually crushing down, and even wanted to "flatten" the whole world.

Scattered white shimmers of light diffused from the burning wreckage of Sylantis, gradually converging into streams of light in the air, shimmering between the great branches and scorched earth, and as if sensing something, gradually converging in front of Taran El.

Taran El's eyes widened, and he felt a warm force in the flow of light, but for some reason, a great deal of panic and uneasiness came over him at the same time—he stared at the light until it coalesced into a hazy cluster of light in front of him.

The ball of light had no body, but it seemed to have a sapient mind, and it slowly swirled around Taran El, as if curiously observing something.

Then, abruptly, it stopped.

Taran El heard a shrill whistling sound—a whistling that seemed to go straight into his head, a hole in his head.

The voice was childish, with great horror and a mad irritation.

"That's not right! You're not elves! ”

(End of chapter)